So Mel threw away his request for vacation, filled out a sick leave form and gave it to his manager, who stared long and hard at his bruised face, and... took off for home. That’s when he heard the song, the old soft rock piece from the 70s singing about the woman who shattered some man’s illusions of love. Yeah, that made sense. Just what Nick always nagged him about, living in a dream, an illusion, rather than the cynical stark reality Nick resided in.At home Mel was careful not to open a bottle. I was slowly moaning,he came up n thrown my pallu n pressed my boobs n pinched my erected nipples I screamed.Then he started to kiss my boobs over blouse n pressing other slowly he burried his full mouth on left boob he was sucking it n pressing my ass,Suddenly power came n I was shocked as it was my FIL not my hubby.I immediately thrown him back n corrected my pallu n scolded him badly n started to cry.I told tat I will complain to hubby.I absorbed a bulge in his pants.(He was back from london. I’m quite the regular, but then so is mostly everyone that you see at Patrick’s. I found this place in my early 20’s in the hopes that I’d find the woman I’d been longing for, for so long. But no luck. So here I was, on a cold November night, sitting at my same chair at the bar, drinking my Guinness and watching the regulars find some girls to take home, screw and forget about the next day. Shaking my head I was seriously thinking of going home early, and then in walked the most gorgeous. That's what friends do." She was right. "Friends also give unsolicited advice. Think about your situation and how you got there and why you got there. Understand those things. Then you can understand why you'll never get there again." It's just so hard to get together the energy to think about it." Yeah, well, tough. That's what you have to do. If you don't, you'll have plenty of time to wallow later."I sighed. "You're right. I'll let you know if I hear from him. Thanks Cheryl."As I started.